“Are you sure? You’re very vulnerable right now. Don’t make things worse.”
“Don’t worry about my marriage. It’s already dead. I understand if you don’t want to. I don’t feel very attractive anymore.”
Alex pulled me into his bedroom and stood me in front of his closet, which had mirrored doors. He stood behind me, his head just above mine, and ran his fingers through my hair. “Look at yourself, Beth. Straight black hair to just below your shoulders. I’m always attracted to long hair; I think all men are. Green eyes! You know how beautiful that combination looks? High cheekbones, soft cheeks, full, kissable lips… You’re the whole package.”
I quivered as he pulled the zipper on the back of my dress and slipped it off. “Beautiful, rounded shoulders, flawless skin…” He unsnapped my bra and slipped it off. “Perfectly shaped breasts, small pink nipples…”
“My breasts are too small,” I whispered.
He cupped them. “No, they’re not. They are perfectly proportional. Your waist is so slender. What is it? Twenty-four inches?”
“Twenty-five,” I muttered.
He slid his hands down my side. “Your hips flare out, giving you the perfect hourglass shape.” He slid his hands into the waistband of my rather conservative panties and bent down, slipping them off, and I stepped out of them. He gently massaged my ass, and said, “Lovely legs, firm ass. You’re beautiful, Beth.”
I stood there mesmerized as he took off his clothes behind me. He took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
The shower stall was enormous, and I luxuriated in the spray from three showerheads. Alex shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp, then rinsing it with a hand-held showerhead. We washed each other, his strong hands massaging every inch of me. We toweled off, then he dried and brushed my hair.
When he finally took me to his bed, we lay together as he stroked my pussy gently. He could tell how wet I was, so he got on top of me and kissed me. Then I felt his cock, only the second cock I had ever felt, push into me. I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed tears of joy, and when I came, moments later, I felt a great warmth as all my problems slipped away. Moments later I fell asleep.
We made love again in the morning. Then my stomach started rumbling, and we laughed and ran out of bed. I cleaned myself on his bidet and we worked together to prepare an early lunch – we had missed dinner, after all. We stayed naked most of the day, as I had no clean clothes. I wore one of his tee shirts when we took his canoe and paddled around the lake, and the occasional splash of water would create transparent patches on my shirt. Inside we would talk, kiss, play games, laugh, and make love whenever the mood would strike. We made love on the sofa in the afternoon and in his bed at sunset. In the evenings we would dance, our naked bodies molded together during the slow songs. At night, we would go out on the deck and fool around in his hot tub, then dry off and make love on his wide chaise under the moonlight.
We talked about nothing serious, and for three days I forgot about the world and just lived in the moment. Monday, I did the laundry, so I would have clothes to wear when I went back to the office. That night was bittersweet, as we made love with a passionate intensity, until we could go no longer, and I collapsed into his loving arms.
Tuesday morning, we woke up together. I smiled, kissed him good morning and said, “Come on. We have to go to work.” I took a quick shower, got dressed and made breakfast. We ate in silence.
After I cleaned up, I turned to him and said, “Alex, thank you. I think you saved my life. I was at a really low point Friday, and you brought me back. This was the best weekend of my life.”
Alex smiled and hugged me. “Beth, I should thank you. You showed me a world I never knew existed. You have my number. Call me if you need anything. Or for no reason at all.” We kissed and got into his car.
We pulled up in front of my office, and I gave Alex a quick kiss as I got out of the car. I saw Natalie staring at me in shock. As I approached, she said, “Beth, who is that guy? Where are your rings? Oh, my God, you’re even wearing the same clothes from Friday!”
Suddenly she noticed that a lot of our coworkers were watching us. She grabbed my hand and whispered, “Don’t talk. Let’s go to your office.”
Well, she was being awfully pushy for an assistant, but I could see that she was very upset. When we got to my office, she closed the door and asked, “Why are you even here?”
“Where else would I be? I work here!”
She took a deep breath. “Beth, what happened Friday night?”
I told her how I found out he was having an affair. Then when he started to tell me that he was about to leave me, how I threw my wedding rings at him and ran out, bumped into a stranger, and how I spent the whole weekend with him.
“I was so devastated when I left that restaurant. But the days I spent with Alex were magical! We did so many things I had never done before. He’s handsome and charming and such a great lover! He made me feel desirable again. I think I’m ready to move on.” I chuckled. “Maybe even with Alex!”
She listened, aghast. She had tears in her eyes as she said, “Bill is NOT having an affair. He would never leave you. He adores you!”
“Ha! Then who was that woman he was with at our house Friday? He lied to me! He told me he had been working on a project for weeks and hoped the client was satisfied. Yeah, I bet she was! Why didn’t he want me to go into the house? Did she forget her panties?”
“Beth, YOU were the client he was trying so hard to please! I was that woman! I went there to pack a suitcase for you. I told him there was no way he could properly pack what a woman needs for a week-long trip. He didn’t want you to go into the house because he was afraid you would notice that some of your clothes and toiletries were gone. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We’ve been planning this for weeks. A few weeks ago, he called you, but I had to tell him you were in a meeting. We started chatting, and I mentioned how you were getting bored. He decided to surprise you. I arranged for you to be on vacation this week. Friday, he was probably trying to tell you that he was going to try to reinvigorate your marriage. After dinner, he would drive you to the airport. You wouldn’t even know where you were going until you walked up to the Air France desk. We had a wonderful week in Paris all planned out. I even bought some sexy lingerie and slipped it into your suitcase so you could surprise him, too. Didn’t he call you to straighten it out?”
“I suppose so, but I refused his call, then powered my phone off. I just couldn’t deal with it then.”
“Why don’t you listen to his voicemails? I’ll go back to my desk and give you privacy.”
I turned my phone on and watched it boot up. As it did, I thought about what he said Friday night. He talked about needing changes, and I realized that the only reason I assumed he was leaving me was because I thought he was having an affair. Then I remembered I told him that I knew about his plans, he could do all those changes without me, and then stormed out. As the phone came on, I checked the voicemails. The first two were just pleading with me to come back or at least call him. The last one was about an hour after I left.